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They looked like girl’s jeans. Matt held them against himself in the mirror. Not that girl’s jeans were a mark against them. Usually, girls had better jeans anyway. Matt took two of the biggest pairs out of the big chest in his grandmother’s back closet.
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164244
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Burger King has rekindled Flame, its $4 broiled-meat-scented spray.
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164201
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Be it a moment of zen, an epiphany, a vision, or even an ill-tempered chinese food inflicted dream, I've seen what's been shrouded carefully behind you… ahead of me.
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164284
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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164299
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Lou Ann and Bobby drove in from Slidell and had a small, New Orleans wedding with just a one night honeymoon at the Monteleone because the next morning Bobby had to go. It was barely daylight as Lou Ann kissed him goodbye several times and blew him kisses as his cab pulled…
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164210
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Shh!
What?
The downstairs neighbors. They’re at it again.
What?
It’s the weekend? They’re both home?
Oh.
Remember?
I think so. Sort of.
Shh!
What’s that grunting?
He must be doing the heavy lifting.
Sounds like he’s hurt
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Your girlfriend with the Dresden blue eyes with the sleek belly & gorgeous scars from ripping off Avenue A dealers has you on a leash of short-term amnesia. You can't recall the last time you got off from being trigger-happy inside her & you formed a…
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He was a liability. I knew I had to ditch him.
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164163
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I infuriate myself with this gift.
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164100
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Damien, my boyfriend, talks me back to sleep when I wake up in the middle of the night, he doesn't judge me for being afraid of the dark, or being lost at sea, he simply listens to me breathlessly explaining why I'm awake— again— at 3:32 in the…
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164121
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Librarians love me,
you want to know why?
I don’t dog-ear pages,
I don’t even try.
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164142
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Take shelter from the rain inside the Museum of Sex.
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164184
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Under no circumstances can you say "fuck" when you're working in a public library.
Especially in the junior room.
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164100
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
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March 16, 2006 My mail, e-mail, and phone calls go from the ridiculous to the sublime. Apologies for the cliché, but I can't resist its perfect applicability: In my mailbox today yet another catalogue of boob jobs in bikinis and an invitation to explore…
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I avoid weddings like the plague.
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164176
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Perhaps nothing has never existed;/
perhaps something always has
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164164
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It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
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“We’re starting to get into weather control,” Mark said.
“Can you really do that?” Rachel asked, trying to sound supportive and not skeptical.
“There are people out on the west coast in Seattle, who’ve been experimenting with it,” Mark said.
“Bec
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Hey, how are you? she squeaked.
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164078
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“You should've let him drown,” she once told me. Doesn't she see that I did? I'll let her drown, too.
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164085
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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16401920
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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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16401811
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"We gotta get out of here", you said
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164072
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“Careful of the shells,” yousaid. I wanted to tasteyour white, and makea table of your midriff. Georgia's just aplace withso little, butan island nevertheless. Sky's a thing weseem to be, when thelight focuses on…
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164031
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If girls have keys for fingers then locks cannot hold them.
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Why would anyone stash a used condom in a Bible?
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164000
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The words(worlds) have become abstracted through contempt?
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